Blanket Jackson Mother Novels & Stories

This is just pathetic and disgusting! [What a touching mother-daughter bond. Let them rot in prison together for life!] Lilian screamed and lunged forward, but she was stopped by the bailiffs. “You lying snake! This is scientific proof in black and white, and you still have the nerve to deny it?! “Raymond pulled that hair from your daughter’s head with his bare hands!” Raymond nodded. “That’s right! Trinity was carrying my child! I tolerated her sleeping around with other men outside while hoping that the pregnancy would make her settle down.

Suddenly, Riley remembered the letter she saw and sat quietly looking at her feet. "Riley... ? Is anything the problem?" questioned her mother as she took Riley's hand into hers. "Mum..." "Huh....?" "Who is Auntie Nichole? And does she have anything to do with what happened to our family?"

"You're lying, Ms. Lamont. You're not our mommy." Ivana sneered cruelly, "I'm not lying to you. Yara never gave birth to you. That's why you naturally hate her." Hearing that, Cheryl shoved Ivana in anger. "You're talking nonsense! Even if Mommy is annoying, how could she not be our mother?" Ivana froze. She hadn't expected this reaction after Cheryl learned the truth. Lucas quickly comforted her, saying, "Ms. Lamont, even though you're not our mommy, Cheryl and I still like you."

I couldn't believe Dad would do something like this. It hadn't been long since Mom's birthday, but a thin layer of dust had already settled in the room. Opening the closet, their clothes were still neatly folded. Dad always said Mom looked beautiful in red, so most of her clothes were various shades of crimson. Mom loved silver jewelry—ironic for a werewolf—but Dad still gave her special silver-plated pieces that wouldn't burn her skin. Mom was always cold, so Dad kept a soft rabbit fur blanket by his side of the bed.

You could hear what people were saying in the apartment next door, knew if they were dealing drugs or having sex or if some drunken man was beating up his girlfriend. ‘Jesus Christ.’ Jackson’s face darkened with anger before he rested his forehead against hers. He sucked in a hissing breath and held her tighter as if to stop her from speaking. But now that she’d started, she had to finish. ‘Mom would hug Penny and me to her and tell her how sorry she was that we couldn’t leave. She worked so hard, Jackson, and still we had nothing. She never had time to grieve for her husband; she kept everything locked inside. I couldn’t stand seeing her so sad and hopeless. And afraid. There was always thi

He reached out a trembling hand and placed it on the cold glass, right over the woman's face. "Mother..." he choked out a whisper. Serenity froze. "What?" "That's my mother," Jackson said, tears streaming down his face. "Margaret Sterling." "But..." Serenity was confused. "You told me she died in a car crash when you were ten. You said you saw the body." "I did," Jackson’s voice shook. "I saw her coffin being lowered into the ground. My father told me she was gone." He looked at the woman inside. She looked exactly the same as the day she "died" twenty years ago. She hadn't aged a day.

“Jackson! Are you out of your mind? Do you also want to go against your father? How did I give birth to only two children and they are both unfilial? “Mother, you are- “Rebecca Cameron already agreed to get married to you and still lay with Jacob. What else do you want?” “Mother, I have to go, bye.” Jackson hug up abruptly when he couldn’t contain his rage any longer. “Fuck!” He groaned before hitting his palm on the desk to offload his anger. Also, around this time, Jacob, who had been in Jersey for a week, decided to check one of their popular art galleries to cool his mind.

Jackson and I shared the same mother but had grown up almost like strangers orbiting the same life from different directions. Different fathers. Different upbringings. Same blood. “She never spoke to any of us,” Jackson continued. “Not properly. She blocked every conversation. Wouldn’t make friends. Wouldn’t participate in anything. Half the time she looked miserable even when she had every luxury imaginable.” He laughed bitterly. “I thought she was entitled.” The night air fell quiet around us. “But?” I asked. “But eventually I noticed things.” His expression darkened. “She wasn’t allowed outside unless supervised. She wasn’t allowed technology. She had no education records after a certain

I heartily said to Jackson. "Yeah, it may be true God took your mothers away from you two, both dying of cancer, and left the most precious blood with you," Jackson said. "Yeah, she was even closer to us, I and my mom, than she was with her own mom," I revealed to Jackson. "Yeah, I understand," Jackson swiftly responded. "Yeah, she doesn't even know her father; her mom was a careless whore but only realised her mistakes later in life, which was presumably late, I guess," I revealed to Jackson. "Yeah, so sad; it's in the past anyways. We should learn to realise on time our own mistakes and learn from them so that we wouldn't fall victim to underachievers in life," Jackson prettily confessed.

She was their mother. “Quinn.” I splutter as the cool water increases the burning. “Detained.” She smiles at me. “You are not the only one that wants to put him down.” “Jaxon?” I ask quietly, gulping more water. Nut the burning continued to grow “On his way.” She turns to look at another man. “Ryan, go and get a blanket. The girl is freezing.” “It’s okay.” I mutter. “You are shivering. Trust me, a mother knows what’s best.” She gives me a small smile as Ryan appears with a blanket.